A/N: Yoooo. :) So you're all pretty upset after that last chapter, but you'll be okay! :D These last few chapters are going to go out with a bang because I'm going to be writing a lot so that I can finish this story up. Enjoy!

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"How are you feeling today, Ally?" Trish asks me with raised eyebrows. I give her a pained fake grin... It's obvious she knows that Austin and I had sex last night, the evidence is everywhere. My sheets are in a messy bundle, my outfit from yesterday is thrown in various places, and I'm walking funny.

"Peachy." I answer, picking up one of my blankets that had fallen off the bed into the floor. Austin's shirt falls out of the wad, and Trish bursts into laughter.

"I knew it'd happen." She says with a smile, and I blush, eager to change the subject. I was really glad that what happened between Austin and I happened, but mad at myself for not being smart enough to clean up the evidence.

"What are your plans for the day?" I ask, tossing Austin's shirt to the side and my blanket onto my bed.

She shrugs. "I don't know, we could go to the beach or something? I don't have classes today."

"I do." I groan.

"Just skip them." She says, already stuffing a towel and tanning oil into a drawstring bag. I don't really hesitate, because I haven't missed a class all year, and I really needed a beach day.

It takes us less than an hour to prepare and drive to Miami Beach.

I smear sunscreen on my arms, afraid of getting burnt, but Trish seems like she could care less as she throws down her bag and towel and flops onto the sand with a sigh of pleasure. I chuckle lightly, laying down beside her and soaking in the sun. I can hear the waves crashing on bicycles and just enjoy the warm weather. I genuinely love Miami and can't think of a reason why I would want to leave here... I remember when I first arrived at The U and was unhappy because I wanted to be at MUNY so badly... I can't imagine being anywhere but here now.

"That guy's checking you out, Ally." Trish giggles, and I scoff, closing my eyes. I wasn't interested in whoever this person was. "No, seriously, Ally, he's coming over here..."

I scowl but sit up anyway to look in the direction she's looking. I have to rub my eyes and look again to make sure that what I'm seeing is correct, but it's definitely correct. The person approaching me is Elliot, my ex-boyfriend and friend. I grin, about to stand up, but Trish grabs my arm.

"Who is he?" She hisses.

"Elliot, he's a god friend of mine." I whisper back. She releases her grip and I stand up and meet Elliot as he walks towards me, and he pulls me into a hug.

"Elliot!" I laugh, "What are you doing in Miami?"

He shrugs, flashing me a smile. "Just visiting. I should have called to tell you I was coming but I figured you'd be busy with college and all... Looks like fate just can't keep up apart." He laughs and I laugh too, a bit halfheartedly.

"How have you been?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Pretty good, I suppose. Just needed to get away from home for a little while I guess, you know?" I nod, remembering how I had felt that way a few months ago. "You look great." He comments, and I feel my cheeks get hot as I realize I'm standing here in a bikini. I take in his appearance: he's shirtless and well toned, but he could never look as good as Austin.

"You too." I say politely. He laughs his thanks, and then we both just stand there awkwardly for a second. I begin to wonder what would happened between us if he had lived closer to home and we had never broken up. Would Elliot and I be in the same kind of love Austin and I are in? I doubt it.

"You're taken, I guess?" He says, and I begin to realize that Elliot still has feelings for me.

"Yeah." I murmur, drawing circles in the sand with my toe.

He sighs. "That's too bad... I can't blame whoever the guy is, though." He looks at me like he's been wounded, and I know I should probably feel bad for him, but I can't seem to.

"His name is Austin." I find myself saying.

Elliot raises his eyebrows. "Really? Tell me about him."

I laugh awkwardly. "Well... He goes to college with me... He's tall, and blonde, and he has some tattoos... He's a sophomore... His roomate's name is Dez-"

"Woah, woah." Elliot laughs, interrupting me. I raise my eyebrows in confusion. "Dez? As in, the same Dez from YouTube that going to University of Miami? Redhead, dresses funny?"

"Uhh," I laugh, "yeah, that's him."

"Wow," Elliot breathes, "I watch his Channel, he's hilarious! I think Austin was in one of his videos?"

I nod, remembering that he was, a while back. A roomate tag or something like that, I think he called it. I guess Dez's Channel is actually pretty popular if Elliot has seen his videos... Either that or it's a small world. Maybe both.

I hear a bunch of guys behind Elliot hollering. He turns around, they were the ones tossing the football earlier. "I better get back to the guys, they're impatient... I'll call you though, okay?" He sighs. I almost protest but he's already turned away from me and running across the beach. I huff and make my way back to Trish.

"He's cute." Trish comments, but I say nothing about it.

"You need a boyfriend." I say, straightening out my towel.

"I know," she groans, "I haven't had one in forever."

"What about Dez?" I suggest cautiously. I'm answered by her throwing sand on me, and I can't help but laugh.

"No, absolutely not. Never happening." She huffs. I can admit that they would not look good together, and judging by the way they bicker a relationship between them wouldn't last very long. "I bet you and Austin will get married."

I smile. "I think so, too."

"How does that feel?" She asks, "Being this young and finding the one you're going to be with forever, I mean."

I laugh. "It feels like a cliché movie."

"Is it not scary?"

I think about it for a moment before answering carefully. "No... It's not really scary. It's not scary like the relationships where you worry if something better could come along because you already know that you have the best, so... Why worry?"

"That's a good point." Trish laughs.

We stay at the beach until I eventually begin to whine about missing Austin and Trish gets tired of hearing it. I nearly skip to the car and Trish follows behind me, muttering something about young, stupid love.

A/N: I'll be writing the new chapter directly after I post this one so be sure to review, favorite, and follow!